One-Shots [Boboiboy]

Broken Mirrors [2]

From that day onwards, Quake and Cyclone didn't visit Thunderstorm's residence anymore. They kept his identity a secret, and they threatened Blaze and Ice to shut their mouths regarding the factor.

Thunderstorm didn't appear either. He had simply disappeared out of their lives. The two were concerned, of course, but they were reluctant to intrude in his life. Maybe he was happy living in his life with those blood-stained gold he'd earned.

Blaze and Ice interacted more with them. Blaze worked as a knight in the royal guard and Ice was a hunter. They would leave at long periods at a time, only returning occasionally.

"Do you think that he's forgotten us?" Cyclone wondered.

Quake wiped his hand on his tunic. Weapons were always a popular demand, but Thunderstorm had handled them solely. With him off the team, production speed has decreased severely.

For the first time, Quake had the benefit of doubt.

"I don't know." He dipped the piping hot metal into the water. A hiss erupted instantly.

The flames of the forge died down, just like their trust and friendship between them and Thunderstorm.

* * *

Solar traced his tongue on Thunderstorm's neck, occasionally biting down and creating pink marks on his pale skin. The red-eyed male held in a tremble and a shaky breath, bracing himself for the incoming bite on his skin.

It's only been a month, but he found himself falling too deep. He had no idea why, but Solar made him feel wanted. He felt like he was worth something, that he belonged in this world.

The gold-eyed royal stopped on a visible spot on the left side of his neck and bit down, hard. Thunderstorm let loose a shaky breath, melting into the king's touch, head resting onto Solar's shoulder.

"I thought the famous assassin would have more resistance," Solar remarked, stroking Thunderstorm's hair.

Thunderstorm buried his head further into the crook of Solar's neck. "Like you're any better."

They lied down on the bed, Solar spooning Thunderstorm as they slept in the king's quarters.

* * *

Neither of them knew how it happened. All it took was one sparring session, and they'd fallen for each other. Hard.

It started with a sarcastic quip and a smile.

Solar had never seen the teen smile before, and he was intrigued by his emotionless façade. He'd always seen the work of an assassin as cold and cruel, the lowest of the low, but this particular killer had piqued his interest. He'd never been so trusting with one before. Even if he had failed, he still gave him his trust without a doubt.

Using his failure as a stepping stone, he appointed him to the palace. He wanted to keep a close eye on him. Ever since he learned how to talk, he was a curious individual. He wanted to know how everything worked. He wanted to know how everything would end.

And he was curious about Thunderstorm.

Up until that incident, he had never seen his face. It was always obscured by that goddamned cloak. Now that it was off, he had thrown his expectations out the window. He didn't look like a killer. Thunderstorm looked like a teenager who was cold but innocent, someone that was too serious about everything else to commit murder.

Over the course, they'd formed a mutual relationship. Solar would go off hunting and Thunderstorm would accompany him. He would be studying and Thunderstorm would try to stay awake when he elaborated the mystiques of the function of the universe.